Amuse Bouche

now I can say
I've eaten raw eel

I didnt chew the quivering flesh
I swallowed, like I swallow

my own slithering words

and I laughed

when you told me stories

about little chinese men with gender issues.

Now I can float

above the red clay

I can dissect a piece of you

and hang it from a string around my neck

I can say I love you

I can chew the eel

and know how it feels

to love your pale, pretty bones.

© 2011 A.g. Synclair